hungry

“You need a name,” her guide suggested.

Something else kept her still–her reluctance to participate.She suspected that even if she outwitted pain this time, it would return. Why play this game? If I am here where did I come from? Or is that like asking why day follows night? It does. I am here because I am here. But then what do I do? The purpose of all this is all this? Sit. Watch. Feel. Think.

“Are you hungry?”

I am hungry.

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